The Left Hand has no business in the sun, Zevran, as I do not doubt you know.

( I will not tease you, he says, and it earns a flat look. She has played this game before, Crow, and she knows exactly how it will end - with Zevran laughing, and her infuriated.

She pulls away from the dragon. Where her arms would have swung and loosened up in years past, now she holds them close, controlled. ) No, I am no ray of sunshine. To be such would extinguish all the benefits of shadows.